(MAJOR 5.3 SPOILERS.)

It was quiet. A vast difference to what was before. Having voices of all of his K’hanerian comrades screaming and re-living their final moments in his head hadn’t been fun. But, for the first time in 500 years, he could finally sleep. And this time, he could do it for as long as he wanted.

The Lord of the Night had passed on Mauvika’s regards. It didn’t mean much to him now. He was finally at peace, as were his soldiers. He’d cheated death at it’s own game, found a loophole. And honestly? It felt fucking great.

He did have some regrets, however. The Fatui. None of them knew that he wasn’t to return. That made three empty spots at the table. Number 10’s, Signora’s, and now, his. He hoped they didn’t feel too sad. Or glad. Maybe he should have duelled 11 whilst he had the chance.

It would have been good to send a letter to the Tsaritsa, too. He’d managed to lay off his task of getting the final gnosis, but never told her why. She’d understand though. He had been alive and carrying the weight of putting his comrade’s souls to rest for ages now. Maybe she could send Columbina or Pantalone after it instead.